Chapter 1182

Atop the cliff lay a bloodied man barely clinging to life. Xavier hurried over with a medical kit and crouched beside the wounded man. He saw a deep gash across the man's waist, with blood still gushing out in thick streams. Exposed flesh pulsed beneath, filling the air with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. He took out the hemostat and clamped the bleeding artery once he located it. Then, he rummaged through the kit for medication. The night wind was piercingly cold, and the darkness seemed to press down, making his once strong figure appear thin and frail. Waves pounded the cliffside rocks, sending up a heavy mist of saltwater into the air. Just as Xavier's search for the right medication proved futile, the man lying motionless in a pool of blood suddenly snapped his eyes open and shoved Xavier hard, his blood-covered hands staining the white doctor's coat crimson. Caught off balance, Xavier fell backward off the cliff and was immediately swallowed whole by the dark, bottomles